I covered my wall with old photosSo that when I lay alone at nightI’m not SoAlone.

Thinking it would fill That empty void in my heart. That black hole. But rather,It just added more fuel to the flames. That burning desireTo not BeAlone.

But I can’t help it. Loneliness comes naturally to me. As If it were in my DNA. My veins.

I separate myself from everyone else. The only friends I have now are of thoseFaces I have plastered on my wall. The greatest joke of them all;As if I could fool myself into thinking That those faces could comfort this lonely soul.

This planet is made, of more liquid than landCovered mostly in waterWhile blood covering a quarterA range of land covered in sandI close my eyes and scribble with handIf the dry straits could actually mendThe ocean paths would follow every bendLikewise as my thoughts are coming to an endI am glad, am not living on a slaughtered land...

The solitude of nature graves beneathBones of evil and righteous at feetThe darkest spills of blood soaked into soilA barren land now producing usable oilNear fields cultivated with cropsThe evil spreads through sipped in dropsConsumed by many these crops when soldEvil makes its entry, cold blood on holdPeople get crazy as their blood absorbs the produceUnknowing the dilemma that soon would be in useGood over evil fight across the globeInjecting every being, walking like a dopeDrugged and dosed flashed like zombie conedEach walk away, their precious disownedA world of dead, its soon gonna beUnless the waves crush in land, so be it a sea...

If we had to trace the natural orders,I should be a split right in the middle, right?A man of flesh and blood, not stoneWho is made from the DNA of my parents.

I wonder though,How much have I taken from my parents? How much of their cells I have inside of me?Whose DNA dominates my being andStill makes me the man I'm today and the one I am becoming?Or I'm just nothing like any of them?

Am I as gentle and shy as my mother isOr as reckless and tough as my father is?Is the fiber of my being built as both of them oram I built in my own unique instincts?

Who's in my blood?Who's in my DNA?Am I as humble and gracious asMy parents are, if so which ones?

I am made out of flesh and bloodYet, nobody can surely tell meMy exact DNA markups and What's in my bloodAs I am created from two imagesBut standing as a brand new breed

@jobiranyc (9/19/2017)

Inspired by a song called "In the blood" from John Mayer's new album ( my favorite from the album), which my poem is with the same title

After listening to it, I started thinking what I took away from my parents?